Page 139 of A Game of Love and Betrayal

“Beautiful.” He broke their kiss long enough to murmur the word over her mouth before claiming her lips again. The next time he took a breath, he added, “Fucking incredible.”

She loosened in his arms, but he wasn’t done with her yet. She moaned. He swept his tongue into her mouth.

Their mouths fused together.

Emboldened by the way Brynleigh melted against him, Ryker brushed his tongue against the sharp tip of a fang.

She shivered.

Oh, he wanted her to do that while he was inside her.

Brynleigh tugged on his shirt. She lifted her lips from his long enough to demand, “Take this off.”

There she was.

“Gladly.” Ryker stepped away, his body instantly mourning the distance between them, as he slipped off his suit jacket. “Anything else?”

Brynleigh took his place on the edge of the bed. “The pants, too.”

He happily divested himself of those, as well. Within minutes, he wore nothing but black boxers.

His fingers were in the waistband when she said, “Wait.”

Ryker stilled instantly, his gaze returning to hers. “Yes?”

She stood and reached for him. “May I?”

He swallowed, suddenly feeling like he was fifteen again. “Of course,” he rasped. “You can touch me however you want.”

It would be the sweetest torture, and he would willingly submit to her. For now.

Brynleigh smiled and hooked two fingers in the elastic. Her black eyes smoldered as she tugged down his undergarments.

He stood there, letting her see all of him.

“Oh, gods.” She licked her lips and stared at his hardened length.

The sight of that alone was enough to bring Ryker close to the edge. He stepped out of the clothes, kicking them at the wall as he approached his vampire. “Brynleigh, I want you.”

This wasn’t the time for coyness. They had spent more than enough time waiting. His heart drummed, and need to be coursed through his veins.

She murmured, “I want you, too. More than I ever thought I would.”

Warmth sparked in his chest as he kissed her. They became a tangle of tongues, teeth, and wandering hands as they explored what had so long been hidden.

She groaned.

He moaned.

She nibbled on his lips, her fangs grazing him teasingly but never biting.

He palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Her hand slipped between them. Her fingers grazed his cock, and any blood that he had left in his brain officially departed.

Ryker broke away from the kiss as he stared at Brynleigh through hooded eyes.

“Do you like this?” she asked softly.

---